Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kenya and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Warren Ellis to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
the Bar-Kays,
The Blues Magoos,
Mark Hollis,
the Germs,
Fat Boys,
The J.B.'s,
Darondo,
Bill Near,
The Red Krayola,
Drexciya,
The Stooges,
Curtis Mayfield,
David Axelrod,
Eve St. Jones,
The Black Dice,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Icehouse,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bizarre Inc.,
Moss Icon,
the Soft Cell,
The Martian,
Roxy Music,
Isaac Hayes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cal Tjader,
Black Moon,
Sparks,
Ronan,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gap Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Minutemen,
Chrome,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Y Pants,
The Gladiators,
Mission of Burma,
Crispy Ambulance,
Japan,
Glenn Branca,
Blancmange,
Patti Smith,
Althea and Donna,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yazoo,
Soft Cell,
Eurythmics,
Monolake,
Susan Cadogan,
LL Cool J,
The Residents,
DJ Sneak,
Zapp,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Chris Corsano,
L. Decosne,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.